Subway Diary
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read
One realization: my mind needs to be scrubbed — like the floor of a grubby apartment. Shit builds up — every day shit; little anxieties, habits of thought that are detrimental to the proper conduct of life. I’ve been thinking about my own Mind a lot lately: I feel like I have to win it back from technology addiction; from the algorithms that lead it, like a farm animal, by the nose.

